One thing that Cain learned though, was never might not happen when you're an immortal. Eventually, the question was when and how. Maybe one day he would learn to enjoy the taste of Elijah's blood, and if he was to choose to never see his lover again and learn to love that crimson red fluid, he was probably going to choose the latter.
"Is that so," Cain murmured, chuckling softly as he was both full and content, and just satisfied to be leaning against Elijah while they discussed things idly. "Just our body fluids. I don't know whether to tell you you have excellent taste or be grossed out."
They didn't have anything but the loamy earth to rest on today, but it was soft, and Cain took off his robe so they might have something softer to rest their heads. It meant he laid bare next to Elijah, but that wasn't exactly a concern.
Tomorrow they can work on bettering their little corner of this world, dealing with the pelt that Elijah found and making comfortable bedding upon the earth. Maybe establish a lean to, or they could hunt for a nearby cave in the thick foliage of their surroundings. There were so much they needed to do, yet nothing they absolutely had to in this world. It was such simplicity that Cain hadn't allowed himself to live normally.
"You know the tale. I'm cursed. Besides being unable to die, God made sure the land is no longer open to me. I can't grow a flower on it anymore if I wanted to." It wasn't that Cain missed the toiling, but until he had been outcasted, that was all he did day in and out. This world reminded him a bit of Eden, the pureness, untouched naturalness of the wilderness that surrounded them. They would be living off the land and unable to cultivate their own crops might make things a little more challenging. While they had the whole land for them, foraging was harder to do than growing some of their own.
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Date: 2021-02-19 12:35 pm (UTC)"Is that so," Cain murmured, chuckling softly as he was both full and content, and just satisfied to be leaning against Elijah while they discussed things idly. "Just our body fluids. I don't know whether to tell you you have excellent taste or be grossed out."
They didn't have anything but the loamy earth to rest on today, but it was soft, and Cain took off his robe so they might have something softer to rest their heads. It meant he laid bare next to Elijah, but that wasn't exactly a concern.
Tomorrow they can work on bettering their little corner of this world, dealing with the pelt that Elijah found and making comfortable bedding upon the earth. Maybe establish a lean to, or they could hunt for a nearby cave in the thick foliage of their surroundings. There were so much they needed to do, yet nothing they absolutely had to in this world. It was such simplicity that Cain hadn't allowed himself to live normally.
"You know the tale. I'm cursed. Besides being unable to die, God made sure the land is no longer open to me. I can't grow a flower on it anymore if I wanted to." It wasn't that Cain missed the toiling, but until he had been outcasted, that was all he did day in and out. This world reminded him a bit of Eden, the pureness, untouched naturalness of the wilderness that surrounded them. They would be living off the land and unable to cultivate their own crops might make things a little more challenging. While they had the whole land for them, foraging was harder to do than growing some of their own.